Age: My Small World

As she drank the fish soup and ate the food Yang Jun had prepared, Cheng Xiaoyu finally realized that he was right in front of her.

"Little Fish, are you feeling alright?"

Yang Jun asked with concern.

As he spoke, he reached out and took her pulse.

Cheng Xiaoyu naturally understood what he meant, and handed it over with peace of mind. Then she smiled and said, "Don't worry, Brother Xiaoshan, Uncle Hu even came to take my pulse and prescribed some medicine to help with the pregnancy. My mother brewed it all for me to drink."

To be precise, it wasn't a pregnancy-stabilizing drug, but rather a tonic to promote health, in order to prevent the baby from absorbing too much nutrition and causing harm to Cheng Xiaoyu's body.

Pregnancy-preserving drugs are generally only taken when the fetus shows abnormalities or even suffers damage.

Yang Jun looked at the prescription his master had written, and it was indeed a tonic, and it was not too stimulating, but rather focused on stability and gentleness.

"This medicine is good; it's fine to continue taking it."

Little Fish's eyes suddenly twitched, and then she asked cautiously, "Brother Xiaoshan, can you tell now whether the baby in my belly is a boy or a girl?"

She had never doubted Yang Jun's abilities, which is why she asked him.

Some doctors are extremely skilled; they can tell a man's gender just by taking his pulse. Cheng Xiaoyu probably thought his medical skills were already incredibly advanced.

In reality, Yang Jun wasn't that magically gifted, but he truly knew whether his child was a boy or a girl at that moment.

"Why don't we wait until the baby is born to see? It's no surprise if we find out now."

Yang Jun hesitated.

Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly grabbed his arm: "Brother Xiaoshan, you really know? Tell me quickly, I want to know!"

The little girl momentarily forgot that Li Xiaohua was still there, and couldn't wait to make a cute and coquettish expression.

The old woman was actually listening intently, equally eager to know whether she would have a grandson or a granddaughter.

Li Xiaohua was not inherently sexist, but her actions clearly demonstrated her preference for boys; otherwise, it would have been the three siblings who went to school together, instead of the three of them supporting him alone.

So right now, what I really want is a grandson.

If Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't given birth to a grandson, she would most likely have spoken to Gu Nanke and suggested that the two of them have another child.

These days, the obsession elderly people have with their sons and grandsons is beyond what most people can imagine.

After thinking about it, Yang Jun decided to speak up.

Perhaps a surprise after the baby is born will bring joy, but that will only be temporary. What we say now can make the couple happy for half a year, and then continue to be happy after the baby is born. Why not?

So he nodded: "Just as you thought, it's a boy."

Yang Jun had already used his senses to see the little one in his belly, and he could tell whether it was a boy or a girl immediately. However, to him, it didn't matter whether it was a boy or a girl, and he felt no joy in it.

But as soon as he spoke, the two women in the house exchanged a glance and then showed expressions of extreme surprise.

"Brother Xiaoshan, is what you said true?" Xiaoyuer still couldn't believe that her first child was a boy.

Yang Jun shrugged: "You asked me, so I'm sure it's a boy."

"I'm just so happy." The little girl stroked her belly with a blissful expression, her eyes becoming increasingly cautious.

Yang Jun shook his head helplessly. Sure enough, happiness also has its troubles. After he told the two that it was a boy, his mother and little girl would probably be even more careful about their bellies.

The next day.

Yang Jun arrived at the museum early in the morning and had already started working.

As a researcher in the Department of Classical Literature, he had been absent from work for so long, and had accumulated a lot of documents to be processed, all of which were classical books sent over during this period. Moreover, since he was going to transcribe all those documents, it was a huge undertaking.

The classical documents stored in this office are just a tiny fraction of what's there; the rest of the storage rooms are overflowing with them. If he wants to finish copying them all, it will probably be decades from now.

Therefore, this work never had a chance to stop.

If it weren't for the numerous damages that led to the loss or destruction of many classic books, the amount stored here would likely be several times greater.

Thinking about how so many ancient and rare books have disappeared into the long river of history, Yang Jun felt quite heartbroken.

Carefully organizing the new ancient books, he seemed to be immersed in the mental process of a master butcher dissecting an ox, wholeheartedly entering a state of work.

He didn't notice until Ayili arrived.

The girl was naturally pleasantly surprised to see Yang Jun appear, but seeing his condition, she didn't disturb him. She simply made tea for him so that he could drink it whenever he wanted, and thoughtfully blew on it to cool it down so he wouldn't get burned.

After she finished all that, she began to assist with some simple tasks, such as classifying and initially checking books.

Having worked at the museum for several months, she certainly has the ability.

Even though she spends most of her time studying, Ayili doesn't neglect her job; she often humbly asks for help with things she doesn't know.

In particular, Xu Yuhe, the assistant in the calligraphy and painting department, quickly became friends with Ayili after getting to know her and often shared her own experiences with her.

It is true that Xu Yuhe is an assistant in the calligraphy and painting department, but before the classical literature department was empty, the curator and a few assistants usually handled the work of ancient books together, so Xu Yuhe is quite experienced.

As she learned more at night school and saw a wider world, Ayili gradually shed the image of a little girl with limited knowledge. Instead, she became more and more confident, and the light in her eyes shone even brighter.

For several days in a row, Yang Jun worked hard and managed to catch up on the work progress.

With Aiyi's help, his job became much easier.

That day, he took some time to visit Gu Nanke and her adorable daughters, Yang Ke and Yang Ke. The three of them were safe and sound, and there had been no accidents.

Only then did he have time to visit Wei Ran and Jiang Xueying.

Since Yang Jun and the others graduated, Wei Ran has become closer to Cheng Xiaoyu, and their relationship has gradually evolved from teacher-student to friend.

All of this was naturally caused by Wei Ran, who also took the opportunity to inquire about Yang Jun's whereabouts.

She had assumed that Yang Jun would only stop writing to her while he was away, but she was surprised to find that he treated everyone the same.

Little did they know that Yang Jun hadn't gone to work in another province at all; he had gone abroad, all the way to North Xiongnu and Siberia. Who could deliver the letter he wrote? He could have made the round trip himself in the time it would have taken to deliver the letter.

Jiang Xueying continued to write to him as always, writing down whatever she wanted to say in the letters. She didn't necessarily send them to him; she just kept them as a memento. She would give them to Yang Jun when he returned.

The girl was never so reserved as to refuse to show him the letter. (End of Chapter)